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In fact, I perversely enjoy fucking the pink-haired girl's face the following week. Her name is Lola, and she’s the one charging by the hour. I take pleasure in going deep and hard to make her pay for the slight.
I consider stopping by Morgan's strip joint and having her rub her G-string on my cock, but she works at a distasteful dump, so I take a pass. Still, I remember I owe her a lesson in humiliation, although the opportunity doesn't present itself until summer.
Toxic Hearts
The essential thing when standing up to a bully is to know, in your heart of hearts, that they’re talking shit.
Pretty hard to do in my case, because Chase Archer happens to be right. Mostly.
He corners me again on Monday. After three months of this treatment, I’ve come to expect it. I straighten my spine and fake confidence with an ease entirely due to habit.
I’ve had to posture for years, long before moving to the riverside of Thorn Falls. In my old school, you had a choice: having balls of steel or going home in tears every night, with shaved hair and no lunch money.Riverside Academy might as well be a world away from Thorn Falls West.
Come to think of it, the dichotomy is a good representation of my hometown. On the west side, where I was born, there’s barely a patch of green. Our neighborhood is made up of tall, cheap buildings and dodgy warehouses, but as soon as you cross the highway, there are parks, terraces, skate ramps, ice rinks, music and dance studios for the leisurely rich kids living in mansions with green grounds.
In the west, no one expects us to want hobbies; we work for a living after school. Some wait tables, others deal drugs or work on their backs to bring rent money home.
I’m lucky to have transferred in my senior year. Graduating from Thorn Falls West means shit to colleges. With a shiny diploma from Riverside, I might have a better shot at a future. Admission somewhere. Maybe even a scholarship.
Chase catches me on my way out right after school, pinning me against my locker. His hands are flat on the metal doors, braced on either side of my face, and he leans in.
“Why so fast?” His amber eyes shine with malice. I hate how fucking beautiful the asshole is. If he wasn’t the literal worst, I’d pay to be this close to the dirty-blond, tall, muscular Adonis. “You have work to do?”
I do, actually.
“Gonna suck cock for a living like your whore of a mother?”
See, it’s hard to not take that to heart. While I’ve never sucked cock for any reason other than wanting to, my mother absolutelyhasa history of wrapping her mouth around her employers’ dicks.
She did it at the drugstore where she worked five years ago, and at the strip club where she used to dance a couple of nights a week to make ends meet, and now she’s absolutely doing it for her current employer, Xavier Archer. Chase’s dad. It’s like she can’t help herself. It’s not that hard. See a cock? Don’t suck it.
I get why Chase’s pissed. Hell, I’m a little pissed. I may not approve of my mother’s actions half of the time, but I’ve been able to dissociate myself from them, other than the couple of times I’ve had to deal with angry wives or caught her in the act. Now, I don’t have that luxury. Not only is she most definitely fucking her employer, she’s also moved us into his house.
Well, not his actual house, just the two-story brownstone across the grounds, on the farther edge of their gated property. It used to house the Archer staff, but after their last housekeeper retired, they transitioned to day staff who don’t live on the estate.Now, it’s our place. Mr. Archer even told us we’re welcome to use his pool as much as we want.
Yeah, right.
Mom must be pretty great at the whole cock-sucking thing, because he also enrolled me in this fancy school. A few years ago, I might have protested, kicking and screaming, but I needed a break from my usual crew. Vince, my friend since kindergarten, decided to notice that I had boobs, and was an asshole last year because I wasn’t interested in showing them to him. The fact that I had been quite interested in showing them to Damian, a senior known for toying with girls, hadn’t helped.
I can’t help it. Vince is gangly and awkward. Damian has abs, an eight-inch cock, and that little V every woman raves about. I’m not superficial enough tolikeDamian. I just liked his tongue flicking my clit. The idea of Vince does nothing to my lady bits.
Anyway, it was time for an escape.
Of course, had I known Chase was going to be such a dick, I wouldn’t have been as eager to agree to the move.
I didn’t expect to make friends here. I knew better. I’ve lived in this godforsaken town my entire life, and I know how the riverside kids see us. We’ve lived on each other’s periphery. We go to the same waterfall in the summer. They’ve always treated us like we’re dirt underneath their expensive shoes. I didn’t think that would change just because I suddenly donned the same uniform; but I figured I’d have a nice, quiet, drama-free senior year that was going to pad my transcript so I could get the hell out of this town and never come back.
Chase had other ideas. We moved at the end of summer break, and he’s humiliated me every day since school started, one way or another, making sure I became the school pariah. No one would be caught dead giving me the time of day after the reputation he gave me. I’m a whore. I’m a drug dealer. I have all the STDs in the book. I suck teachers’ cocks. I’ve taken every hockey player’s cock in my ass. I fuck his father. I fuck him. At least, according to him.
He’s incredibly unimaginative.
Too bad for him, I have a spine.I’m not going anywhere. At least, not without a college acceptance letter and a full-ride scholarship.
“Why, no, darling. I only take them in my ass, haven’t you heard?” I bat my long lashes, taking one step forward so I’m flush against him, my mouth so very close to his chin.
I look at his mouth, and bite my lower lip.
Chase hates me. He wants me gone—preferably along with my mother. That doesn’t change the fact that he wants me, period. I throw it in his face daily. It’s the only weapon I have, and I know how to make use of it.
His eyes flash with a familiar mixture of anger, disgust, and desire. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, get onto my tiptoes, and whisper in his ear, “I’d take yours if it wasn’t so minuscule, pencil dick.”
He moves to push my arms away, but I’ve already brought them down to my sides. I take a step back, wink, and get out of the school.
